Dogblog: Three faces of Clyde

Well, three views, anyway.

What does V-E-T spell, again?

Clyde overheard Mom and Pop discussing the news that Mom had made the appointment for his shots. He goes in on Friday morning.

comfort all in a line

For a little while, he worried. We gave him some soft cuddly toys to play with, to comfort him -- he kept trying to steal my fuzzy duckling slippers, even though they weren't his size, so I gave him the bunny in exchange. I don't know if it will work, or if he's been around cats long enough to believe as they do, that all things belong to him. I may need to take stronger measures to protect my schleppers.

Like, maybe giving him Pop's shoes. With Pop's feet inside them.

What appointment? Life is great!

It didn't take very long for Clyde to forget his worries.

I wish I were able to do that as swiftly and effectively.

But if I forgot my worries, I'd probably also forget to blog, and to remind you to visit Modulator for more animal pics, every Friday, for Friday Ark.

I forgot to submit my posts, last week, so everybody else is there, but we're only here. Hmmmph.